Murder She Wrote - Tairrie B.

A magnum is microphone, murdering emcees

A magnum is microphone, murdering emcees

A magnum is microphone, murdering emcees

Murder She Wrote

Steadily, I approach a sucker strapped with my medley

Them not knowing that I’m beautiful but deadly

Remove the pen from my pocket

Take the mic, plug it in the socket

Proceed to rock it, no need to stop it

If the beat is dope, Quincy D' ll drop it

For the blonde bombshell from hell

And if you call me a devil… well, I’m Italian

But if you want to step and get wild

I’ll take your ass out mafia style

9 millimeters of rhyme on the charts with a bullet

Got my finger on the trigger, then they pull it

For being controversial, not commercial, I’m down

Jack to the sound of the underground

I got the gat on the strap, you on the scope

Gunnin' the rap called Murder She Wrote

A magnum is microphone, murdering emcees

A magnum is microphone, murdering emcees

A magnum is microphone, murdering emcees

Murder She Wrote

My ball pen is my weapon

Loaded with knowledge, my lyrics are stepping

Better yet kept in my mind and to find the key

You gotta rewind or talk to me

No idol threats intended just straight up fact

Like the management company that stands in back

Of this woman is assuming that the girl ain’t down

Will lead you to the label which reads Comptown

Not brown or black, as a matter of fact, I’m white

So believe the hype

Deep sixin' the mix, Quincy D he kicks

The bass as they open the case

But there ain’t no witness, you can’t get with this

And if you try, you’ll end in my hitlist

So guess the rest, press can quote

Dead on arrival for Murder She Wrote

A magnum is microphone, murdering emcees

A magnum is microphone, murdering emcees

A magnum is microphone, murdering emcees

Murder She Wrote

A low profile, that’s the style

My set don’t sweat, no need to get wild

When it comes to violence I’m down for the crime

No silencer on this rhyme

Homicide recital, the title is murder

If you pointing a finger, then you heard her

The lips are red, pen packing lead

Not soft coming off from the top of my head

You’re better off dead then to try and get raw

I’m the gangster’s moll, above the law

Yeah I said it, want to make some of it

Go ahead step up, the crowd will love it

And you’ll be played like a snitch

We’ll introduced to a ruthless bitch

So on that note, here’s one last quote

Case closed and that’s all she wrote

A magnum is microphone, murdering emcees

A magnum is microphone, murdering emcees

A magnum is microphone, murdering emcees

Murder She Wrote

Rest in peace

Murder She Wrote is brought to you by

The Quincy D Sound Lab

And of course the rest of the Comptown posse